Chapter 64: Delon City

The dimly lit chamber carries the scent of aged parchment and burning incense. City Lord Umbero sits at the head of a long wooden table, his fingers drumming impatiently against the polished surface. Across from him, Commander Beor stands with a rigid posture, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Beor," Umbero mutters, his voice low but edged with irritation. "Has His Majesty still done nothing about Misorn?"

Beor exhales, shaking his head. "No, my lord. The capital is in chaos. The nobles are fighting the royal family, trying to weaken the royal family's grip. They aren't openly rebelling—yet. But their schemes are keeping the king occupied."

Umbero scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "Those useless nobles. What do they think they'll gain by destabilizing the kingdom?" His grip tightens on the armrest. "Are they blind to the fact that the other two kingdoms will strike the moment we're weak?"